scrub-a-dub...

Okay, so now my laundry is hitting the four foot mark. Maybe I should get to washing.

downy fresh...

I wish my life were a little more exciting to write about recently. But then again it is said that if you're bored you must be boring. Oh. Crap. Really I'm not bored at all. I just haven't had any random weird stories to share lately. Well except the fact that it is possible to have a food fight per se at two in the morning using smeary cheap peanut butter, that was surprisingly tasty. I would know - Anna fed it to me. Hey, she started it all. And if you fall in the shower (trying to get clean?), the chances of the curtain falling in after you is pretty high. I have learned that frozen custard is so much more delicious than ice cream, of course having nothing to do with how many calories are involved in that equation. I have discovered that no matter how much time has passed with an old friend, they are still excited to hear from you. And usually not much has changed, even though everything has.

I have realized that there are worse things than a pile of laundry crawling three feet up a closet wall, or a little dust collection, when instead I'm busy enjoying the life and people and chaotic-ness (yes I think I just made that word up) surrounding all of us. Because this world just keeps going . Circle after circle. Sun up, sun down. Another morning I force my eyes open and attempt to crawl out of bed, another day, in essence, another routine. And I find it so ironic that each day as I count down the minutes to another b-o-r-i-n-g (yawn) class or a never-ending day at work, I am really watching history pass me by. And we all just keep on trucking... we keep moving, keep living; holding on tight to the moments that sneak by too fast, and praying for the time in-between to simply fly.

right here...

When your long day is over
and you can barely drag your feet
the weight of the world is on your shoulders
I know what you need
Bring it on home to me.

- Little Big Town

hanky-spanky...

So there has been a lot I've wanted to say and tell, but no time to do so, honest. Here's a really short rundown of recent activities:

- The President, as in G.W.Bush, came to our school! I don't care whether you're a Democrat or Republican, that's pretty freaking cool. I think the total standing in line time we waited to see him (including getting tickets, and then of course through security checks) was about four hours. Not consecutively though. Which was completely worth it. I have been to D.C. twice and thought if I ever had the chance of seeing a prez it would be there. Guess we got lucky!

- I went to a rock concert (ROCK!) last weekend in Wichita to see Shinedown and Seether. It was amazing. By the end my legs could almost stand no more, and my ears rang the next day, but it was a lot of fun and something different than the norm. The place was sold out, but it actually wasn't too crowded - standing room only. The only bad part was the ninth grader who stood in front of me most of the night with a big frizzy blonde ponytail, so everytime she jumped up and down to rock out... bleh... hairball.

- And finally, I got the flu this week. I know, please, everyone feel terrible for me. That's all I want. Actually I felt like knock-down, drag-out crap for two days, and tonight I'm winding down the same way. I haven't had the flu since I can even remember, but wow, I forgot how horrible it feels! My temp even got up to 102.2. Okay, okay, I'm done crying. Of course I had an exam today that I studies, perhaps one hour total. Which is not even close to substantial for me. I'm just hoping the next four I'll have more time to put into them. It didn't help any that I accidentally OD'ed myself on Nyquil. Apparently I don't know how much two tablespoons are. Which was probably most of the reason I was gone to the world yesterday - barely able to lift my head off the pillow. I survived though, thanks to my roomies TLC, especially Bridget and the cold cloths, as well as Clint's checkups to make sure I was surviving. My mom wanted to come get me, which I was halfway tempted to let her. But of course even I am not that big of a weenie. I just like her to feed me my cough syrup from a spoon. Is that so terrible?... Anyway, tomorrow I'm supposed to work seven hours, so we'll see if I make it up in the morning. I'm hoping so because I don't think anyone else is able to cover that shift.

And now I shall fall into my med-induced sleepy place. Until I get a drunk dial... Ah college!